She opened herself to him, body and soul. Just as he’d fantasized, but he hadn’t expected his domination to feel so good, had no idea that this side of him had lurked inside until Lana had brought it out of him. When she’d seduced him, she’d changed their relationship into something more beautiful than he could have imagined.
There was something in his voice, something dark and delicious that sent heat to the core of her, escalating her need until she felt taut as a bowstring. Strong desire coursed through her, demanding consummation, an urgent, primal need her body had to join with his.
“Yes.” The word came out on a breath of air. She stroked his hair, drawing his mouth back to her.
The feel of her ravenous lips wiped out any last vestiges of thought Sean had. He slanted his arm across her lower torso, turning her so that her back was now against the door.
He pushed and pulled at her clothes, stripping her down to nothing in a matter of minutes. She did the same for him. With a soft groan, he entered her, lifting her up and against the door as his hips moved in rapid-fire thrusts.
Lana cupped the back of his neck and held on to him as if he was an anchor in a violent storm.
He pushed away from the door, holding her against him with sheer muscle and sinew. Lana moved against him, sure of his power and support.
He backed her toward the ladder to the roof.
“Grab on,” he said hoarsely.
Lana turned to look and released her fingers from around his neck. She grasped a rung and Sean stretched her out as he thrust into her, watching the erotic movement of her breasts, the fine sheen of perspiration that covered her body, the pleasure that played across her expressive and beautiful face.
Unbearably aroused by his stare and the dark fire in his eyes, she’d never been this open with a man. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing uneven and quick. He groaned as he felt the slickness of her sheath. She saw Sean’s nostrils flare, watched him touch his tongue to his lips as though tasting her scent.
Sensation after sensation poured through her in unbearable waves of charged pleasure. Low in her belly, pressure built like a coiled spring ratcheting tighter and tighter. The sheer pleasure on Sean’s face dragged a moan out of her. He was gorgeous, each muscle in his chest delineated, sweat rolling down over the taut muscles in little rivulets. His biceps, coiled curves of solid power, supported her weight. His hair was damp and clinging to his temples. Her gaze connected with his as if drawn into an embrace. It was as if he touched her soul, and she touched his.
He slid his hand up her body over the indentation of her hip, the swell of her stomach. Moving forward, his eyes glued to hers, he pressed her back against the ladder. Leaning in, he kissed her mouth with a deepness that seemed to go to the very bottom of her being, turning her inside out and upside down. The very unfolding of her soul like a flower opening to the power of the sun.
She got lost in the well of his gaze and fell and fell and fell, but instead of a searing jolt at the bottom, there was comfort and joy and buoyancy that lifted her up and up and up, holding her in a cherished warmth.
She loved him beyond time and space and anything that could be defined. Truly, deeply, the man of her dreams, the man she was destined to hold and treasure.
Her heart twisted inside her with excruciating pain. She knew all this and yet, she still had to let him go. She couldn’t have both her job and him. It wasn’t going to work. But until it became an issue, she would cherish each moment she had with him. When she let him go, it would be for good.
“Sean,” she said in the still air of the enclosed closet. In supplication, she rubbed her face against his, reveling in the feel of his skin, in the commanding movement of his body deep inside her. With a silent plea, she grasped a higher rung and raised her body, offering, giving, beseeching.
He bowed toward her, closing his eyes, breathing hard. He moved against her, the heat of him, the feel of him sliding in and out of her, electric.
Lana sobbed out his name on a rasping moan, arching into him, her body jerking and convulsing, heat and sensation that she’d never experienced before. She reached for him with her body, straining against, trying to hold on to the highly charged, erotic moment.
By focusing all her awareness on the smooth motion of their bodies heightened the thrill.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered, thrusting hard into her. “Look at what I’m doing to you. Feel my body take yours. Thrust into you, deep into you. Watch.”
With a slow, hard push he made her watch as he moved in and out of her. “I want to watch you watching me.” He reached down between their bodies and touched her hot aching core, catapulting her to the most shattering climax of her life. The entire time she pulsed around him, Sean didn’t take his eyes off her face. And when he felt her go slack, he continued to stare at her and hold her gaze while he thrust his hips harder and harder, pumping until his body jackknifed, and it was her turn to watch the hard sensations take him into his own breathtaking orgasm.
CHAPTER10
They headed for his apartment because it was closer, stopping only long enough to get food. Once in his place, they ate ravenously, shed their clothes and made love in his big bed just as ravenously.
Exhausted from the shift and drained by lovemaking, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Lana jerked from sleep, the sound of Sean’s name echoing in her head. That stupid, damn dream of the woman dangling from the bridge again, only this time it’d been Sean hanging between life and death.
And she’d dropped him. Watched as his terrified face grew smaller and smaller.
Drawn in spite of her fears, she knew what that dream meant. It didn’t take a psychiatrist to tell her that she didn’t want to fail him.
She turned her head on the pillow and gazed at him, sprawled easily and accommodatingly on only one side of the bed.
Firefighters could sleep anywhere, she thought, even a small, cramped space, a space Sean would not doubt give up to her. His generous nature couldn’t be disputed. Even with this new side of him, he continued to give of himself unerringly.